Chapter 158: Hearts Seek Change! [Third Watch, Requesting Monthly Passes!]

"Tied for first! It's actually a tie for first!"

Inside the Great Chu Imperial Palace, Xiang Xitao looked at the booklet in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The entire Great Chu, which had just a moment ago been immersed in the atmosphere of the Imperial Prince suppressing the First Turn and the whole nation rejoicing, was shocked in the next moment by the rise of the foreigner Fang Can.

"That Fang Can actually possesses such talent." Xiang Xitao felt it was absurd.

He, who had been blessed by twelve Shamans since childhood and constructed with the strength of the whole nation, was actually surpassed by a youth who suddenly rose up and practiced martial arts halfway through his life?

Clearly he had improved even more than last month, yet the evaluation of him being first in Heart-Image was snatched away by Fang Can.

'How is this possible?' As Xiang Xitao lost his wits, he ground the booklet in his hand into powder.

He, who had enjoyed smooth sailing from childhood to adulthood and looked down on his peers, felt frustration for the first time.

Just at the next moment when he nearly lost his composure, a strange power surged from his heart, instantly correcting his mind that had lost its composure.

This was the blessing given by the fourth Shaman during the full moon: "I wish for the Imperial Prince to possess a will that is unbreakable against any setback!"

This blessing allows him to advance courageously in the face of anything, undisturbed by setbacks.

After regaining his reason, a sinister smile appeared on Xiang Xitao's lips: "It should be so, it is meant to be so!"

"Fang Can, I originally thought you were just an unknown nobody, but you have completely exceeded my expectations."

"But the stronger the opponent, the happier I am to humiliate them after the battle."

"My 'Domineering Art That Shocks the World' requires the courage and strength to push through everything! It is the most domineering and arrogant technique in the world. I originally thought I had no equal after shedding my mortal body, but surely after crushing you, it will make me even more satisfied."

Watching his Imperial Brother cover his face and let out wild laughter, a white-robed young girl who had come to deliver the message helplessly held her forehead: 'My Imperial Brother seems to have started his illness again; I hope he wins this competition.'

The scene shifted, and the perspective returned to Great Yan.

At this moment, the people of Great Yan could finally vent their anger thoroughly.

It had been nearly a hundred years; seeing other countries take turns occupying the rankings on the Hidden Dragon List, now finally a capable person had appeared to properly teach these foreign barbarians a lesson.

"This youth is named Fang Can, right? I felt he was extraordinary back then; he is indeed a monster." Old General Yang looked at the rankings on the Hidden Dragon List and couldn't help but silently praise.

"This Fang Can has exceptional talent; he should be properly tempered within our army. In the future, he will surely shoulder great responsibilities and expand our Great Yan's territory."

And in the markets and streets, there was even more boiling excitement, feeling that Fang Can had thoroughly boosted Great Yan's national prestige.

"So satisfying! We finally saw those barbarians get stuck. We Great Yan are the masters! Give a heavy reward immediately."

A wealthy merchant looked at the Hidden Dragon List, clapped his hands, and laughed loudly: "I, the young master, am happy! Notify the rice shops immediately: today, grain prices are halved. Stop selling once it's all gone."

In the streets and alleys of Great Yan, following the release of this edition of the Hidden Dragon List, everyone was discussing one name: Fang Can!

Compared to Xiang Xitao's original record of occupying the Hidden Dragon List for a year before killing a First Turn.

Fang Can cultivated for only one month to become first on the Ascending Dragon List, and in two months simultaneously dominated both lists, achieving a feat unprecedented in history, which was obviously more topical.

More importantly, this was one of our own people from Great Yan.

At this moment, just thinking about Fang Can obtaining the honor of first place on the Hidden Dragon List, even the beggars on the street couldn't help but straighten their chests.

The matter of the whole nation previously believing that Fang Can killing a First Turn was a rumor had already been subconsciously thrown out of their minds.

At this moment, the trend was a group of people proudly shouting, "I saw Fang Can's power long ago! I said before he could fight a First Turn, hey! You all didn't believe me."

Amidst the enthusiastic discussion throughout Great Yan, Fang Can, who had not yet reached the Road to Heaven, was already being shaped into the image of a national hero for Great Yan.

And because the Heaven's Secret List circulated among all nations, after two consecutive lists, the people of all countries had thoroughly memorized the name Fang Can.

In the streets and alleys of the capital, Shen Shifang was holding a stack of drawing papers and posting them on the street.

For tomorrow's selection of the Divine Maiden, he needed to post these posters on the streets over and over again.

Because matters concerning the gods cannot afford failure, the paper for these posters was all high-quality Xuan paper.

They were torn away and hidden by others just moments after being posted, and while posting them, he had to endure the white eyes and nasty words of the people around him.

To be honest, at only twenty years old, with cultivation not as profound as those Heart-Image martial artists and faith not devout enough, he had already begun to waver in his faith in Fang Can.

Feeling the old man walking up behind him with trembling steps, Shen Shifang sighed silently in his heart.

Just yesterday, because he was posting them here, he was directly scolded.

Having prepared himself to be scolded, Shen Shifang turned around, only to see the old man, who had looked fierce and evil yesterday, now wearing a smile.

The old man leaned on his cane and smiled: "Boy, are you a follower of that Fang Can? The Fang Can who is first on the Hidden Dragon List today?"

'The god made it to first place on the Hidden Dragon List this time?' Although he hadn't had time to check the Heaven's Secret List because of his work, Shen Shifang subconsciously accepted this setting.

"Yes, old sir." Shen Shifang raised his head, revealing a hint of pride, and said: "My god's real name is Fang Can."

"Well, I said that kid Fang Can was powerful." The vegetable-selling auntie nearby kindly handed over a bundle of green vegetables and said:

"Young man, take it. Remember to tell your master when you go back that from now on, buying vegetables from Auntie is free."

Looking doubtfully at the auntie who had been gossiping behind his back just yesterday, another old man squeezed in and smiled: "Isn't that Fang Can selecting concubines? My family has a fresh and lively girl; can she come to participate in the selection?"

"Anyone willing can come to participate." Shen Shifang smiled politely; as for whether she could be selected, that was another matter.

"Good kid, then I must have my girl come and try tomorrow." That person laughed.

After learning of Shen Shifang's identity as a follower, the entire street surrounded him, curiously asking all sorts of questions about various things regarding Fang Can.

And these people were the citizens who, just the day before, had rolled their eyes at him, gossiped, and cursed him loudly.

Compared to yesterday, they were still them; the only difference was that Fang Can's image in their hearts had changed.

But Shen Shifang was obviously not clear about these things; under a string of praise and boasting about Fang Can, his faith, which had been wavering, became firm again.

After finishing posting the posters in his hand, the old man nearby patted his chest and said: "You can go to other places to post with peace of mind; we will watch these posters, and no one dares to tear them."

"Thank you, old sir." Shen Shifang expressed his gratitude, and today, his experience absolutely could not be considered an isolated case.

Not only was there a change in image; conservatively estimated, the number of followers preparing to join the Fang Can Divine Sect today had at least increased twentyfold.

As for the number of people for the upcoming selection, it far exceeded the followers' expectations.

(End of this chapter)